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hi everyone!

i’m so sorry for not posting, erm…i lost my writing spark and was feeling really unmotivated to write anything. trying to get back into my groove so bear with me please 😭 i still have some asks in my inbox that i have to get to, im still open to requests, just might take a bit for me to get to them. anyway, thanks for all the continuous love, and stay tuned! new stuff soon hopefully :)

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𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦 ~ 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟓𝟕𝟎

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐡𝐞

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

Snow crunched beneath your boots as you made your way through the tree farm, holding Remus’ gloved hand with your mittened one. The brisk December air nipped at your nose, and snowflakes twinkled in your hair.

Remus smiled at you, letting you lead him through the farm. “Found one you like yet?”

“They’re all so nice, how could I possibly pick one?” You questioned.

“I don’t know, but you better pick fast, darling. It’s going to be dark soon.”

“Alright, alright. What about that one?” You pointed to a mid-sized tree at the very end of the farm.

“It’s your choice. Whichever one you like.” Remus assured you, heading over to the tree you had spotted. He circled around it, examining the shape until he reached the back. “It’s quite bald back here. Come take a look.”

You joined him at the back of the tree, frowning. “I really liked this one.”

“You don’t like it anymore, just cause it’s got a bald spot? What will you do if I start balding?” He teased.

“Don’t make me think about that. That’s a problem for later. I still think this tree is charming.” You grinned.

“Is this the final pick? Going once? Going Twice?”

“Sold.” You nodded with a smile.

“Lovely. I’ll grab an axe.” He trudged through the snow to one of the staff members, returning with an axe a minute later. “Stand back.”

You took a few steps back, shoving your hands in your coat pockets. Remus raised the axe, delivering the first blow to the base of the tree. The crisp air filled with the sounds of the axe biting into the tree trunk. Remus’ movements were smooth and controlled, impressively skilled with no prior practice. His tousled hair peeking out from under his hat, his rosy cheeks, and his strong swings caused your frozen cheeks to instantly heat up. 

After a few more attempts, the tree leaned before gracefully falling onto the thick bed of snow beneath it. Remus stepped back, admiring his work with a glowing grin. “There. Our very own Christmas tree.”

You joined him, and he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. “How do we get this thing home, now?”

He chuckled, looking around. “They usually provide sleds to bring it back to the car. I’ll go grab one.” He planted a kiss to your cheek, before heading off to retrieve a sled. 

He returned with a sturdy wooden sled, carefully loading the tree onto it. “Let’s go.”

He took the lead, dragging the sled behind the two of you back to the main entrance. As the sun set, the decorations of the farm began to twinkle to life, casting a warm glow over the winter landscape. 

Once the tree had been secured to the roof of your car, Remus opened your door for you. After basking in the warmth of the heated car, the two of you shed your gloves and other winter essentials. Remus turned to look at you, offering you a warm smile. “Ready for our first Christmas together?” 

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Absolutely.”

With the tree securely tied to the roof of your car, the two of you drove off, leaving the lights of the farm to fade away in the rearview mirror. Remus took your hand, intertwining your fingers as he drove through the snowy streets back to your shared home.

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Hii, could I ask if you have some Snape requests? I'd love to send some but I don't want to be the same as someone else's 😭

Also, I kind of feel guilty requesting lmao, so tell me if you prefer something 🥹<3

𝐡𝐢!

𝐢 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞! 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲, 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 :) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲!

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𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬... 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐬. 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞!! 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐝 :)

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𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 ~ 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟗𝟓𝟎

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝?

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

The venue was packed to the brim with fans waiting to enter and watch the battle of their favourite bands. You had taken a reserved spot at the back of the building, giving you easy access to bypass the crowd. You made your way inside through the back door, winding through swarms of musicians and crew members hurriedly preparing for their time to shine on stage. Your eyes scanned the room, looking for the subject of tonight’s interview: Sirius Black.

You eventually spotted the door you were looking for, labelled with the band’s name. You knocked without hesitation, waiting patiently for someone to answer the door. 

“Who is it?” A man inside shouted.

“Y/n L/n!” You answered back, crossing your arms.

You heard hurried footsteps thumping towards the door before it swung open, revealing the very man you were looking for. He leaned on the door frame, a cigarette hanging between his lips. He plucked it out of his mouth, leaning his head back to blow the smoke upwards.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of Miss L/n herself?” He spoke, a cocky smirk spreading across his lips.

“Did your manager not let you know that he had scheduled an interview for you?” You questioned, stepping past him and entering the dressing room.

“My manager? Oh, that guy. We fired him weeks ago.”

“Oh. Well we scheduled it last month, and I paid for this, so.” You stated, pulling your notepad and tape recorder out of your bag.

He shut the door, following you inside. “You paid to talk to me? Well, I’m honoured.”

“It’s my job. And you’re hot shit right now. Anyone would be stupid to pass up an opportunity like this.” You settled on one of the leather couches, setting your tape recorder down on the coffee table next to an ashtray full of extinguished cigarettes.

Sirius grinned with pride, taking the seat directly across from you. “I guess I am pretty hot. So are you.”

“That’s not what I meant.” You defended, flipping your notepad open to an empty page.

“But it’s what I meant.” He took another drag from his cigarette, this time not bothering to blow it away from your face. From the look on his face, it seemed like pushing your buttons was bringing him great pleasure. After a moment, he continued. “Alright, I’ll play nicely. Go ahead and ask your little questions.”

You nodded, clearing your throat and starting the recording. “As you know, I’ve already interviewed your bandmates before, so today’s questions will really focus on you. My first question is about the latest album you guys put out. What was the inspiration behind it?”

Sirius leaned back in his seat, resting an arm on the back of the sofa. “I mean, at first we were just fucking around, Writing random shit, as you can probably tell. Some of the songs were purely nonsense. Later in the album is when the lyrics actually mean something. It’s really just about life. Ups and downs, highs and lows. Things that we’ve experienced in our lives, things that we want out of life. We did a lot of collaborating on the lyrics for this one. Usually Remus and I take the lead with the songwriting.”

You jotted down his response, nodding along with his words. “What song would you say is your favourite on the album, and why?”

“If I had to pick, I love Midnight Melody. It literally came to me one night while I was sleeping, and I woke up and wrote it right away. It’s really about reminiscing on past relationships, which is pretty obvious. I’m not the best at hiding messages between the lines, so they’re pretty blatant.”

You continued to conduct the interview, asking him more about what he has planned for the future and other things about his music. Towards the end of the interview, he had succeeded in loosening you up, even sharing a laugh with you a few times.

“You’ve got quite the reputation, Sirius. What’s the wildest thing you’ve done?” You questioned, leaning in with anticipation.

Sirius chuckled, also leaning forward to lock eyes with you. “Oh, darling, you don’t want to know. I’m sure you know that some stories are better left untold.” His voice was low yet confident, sending chills down your spine. 

“Come on, Sirius. I’m sure everyone is dying to know.” You responded with a sly smile, hoping that he’d give in.

He shook his head, putting his cigarette out in the crystal ashtray between the two of you. “That’s all you’ll get out of me for today, Y/n. If you want more information, you’ll have to come see me after the show. Without the recorder.”

The tension in the air was suffocating, and his fixated gaze on you was making it hard to say no. Especially when he kept glancing down at your lips as he awaited your answer.

“I might just take you up on that offer.” You spoke after a moment, shutting off the recorder.

His grin widened as he watched you pack your things into your bag, heading for the door. He caught your wrist, drawing you back to him. “I’ll be waiting for you, Y/n. Right here, after the show.”

In the moment the interview felt so far behind you, as if it was a distant memory. Right now, all you could focus on was the way he was looking down at you, a glint of lust in his eyes.

“I’ll be here. Just make sure your bandmates aren't.” 

“Oh, I’ll make sure of it, sweetheart. And look.” He let go of your wrist, gesturing to the doorknob. “Lucky for us, the door locks.”

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

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𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞!

𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 😭 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐢'𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭!! 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐢 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥!

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 <3

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𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 ~ 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟕𝟗𝟓

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: (𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝) 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞?

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐦!𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

The library was particularly quiet due to the time of day. It was a Friday night, and most other students were out with friends or already home for study week. Campus, let alone the library was practically empty, excluding you and your boyfriend Peter. The two of you sat nestled in a quiet and cosy corner of the library, noses buried in textbooks and loose papers with notes scribbled on them. 

“Careful. Our papers are getting mixed up.” Peter spoke for the first time in an hour, his tone soft despite the fact that there was no one else around. You looked up at him, before following his gaze to the messy pile of papers on the desk. 

“Trust me, I think we’ll be able to tell which ones are mine and which ones are yours..” You teased, holding up one of your papers alongside his. Your writing, despite the long day of jotting notes, remained neat and colour coded. Peter’s, however, had gradually gotten more and more illegible as the day went on. At this point, it just looked like a page full of scribbles with the occasional streak of white out or something highlighted in yellow. 

Peter looked at the two pages you held up, his eyes widening at the difference. “I didn’t realise how messy I got. But I mean, if I can read it, it works.”

“Can you read it?” You joked, putting the papers down. Peter rolled his eyes in response, though he remained grinning from ear to ear. 

“No need to take shots at me. Maybe you’re cranky from all the reading. How about I quiz you?” He questioned, putting his pen down.

You groaned, throwing your head back. “I hate when you quiz me. I forget everything.”

“Why’s that?” He inquired, though he knew exactly why. How could you think of anything when he was fixated on you, praising you with kind words when you did get the answers right? And when you’d get things wrong, he’d shake his head, tutting in disappointment at your answer. Embarrassment would pool in your stomach, and the tips of your ears would burn, but he’d always reassure you that you’d get it next time.

When you didn’t answer his question, he spoke again. “How about I sweeten up the deal? Every time you get an answer right, I’ll give you a kiss.” 

“Fine. Deal.” You spoke, fighting back the smile that was pulling at your lips.

He grabbed your textbook, turning to the mini quiz page. “Alright. First question. “Who is known as the ‘father of cinema’?”

“Come on, Peter. That’s too easy. Give me something harder.”

“That’s what she said.” He grinned.

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes, elbowing his side playfully.

“Hey, do you want a kiss or not? Give me an answer.”

“The Lumière brothers.”

“That’s right.” He leaned over, planting a soft kiss against your lips. Before you could even savour it, he pulled away. “Next. What was the standard frame rate for silent films in the early years of cinema?”

“Sixteen frames per second.” 

“See? The studying has paid off.” He nodded approvingly, giving you another peck.

He continued quizzing you for a while, and it was true that your studying had paid off. You were on fire, with a streak of nine correct in a row. You found that it was easier to remember the answers if you just didn’t make eye contact. Or look at him at all. “Which 1902 film directed by George Méliès is considered one of the first narrative films?” Peter asked.

“Uh…” You paused for a moment, thinking.

“You know this, Y/n. Come on. You can do it.”

After a few seconds, the answer returned to your mind. “A Trip to the Moon!” You exclaimed, relieved that your streak lasted for the entirety of the quiz.

Peter smiled, cupping your cheek with his hand. “My smart girl. See? I told you, you’d get it.”

You leaned in this time, connecting your lips and letting them linger for a moment longer than the times before. Peter smiled into the kiss, before pulling away to look at you.  

“I say we take a well deserved coffee break and then get back to it.”

“Peter, we’ve been studying all day. I think we should just call it a night.” You whined.

“I’m not even halfway through the content. The workload of biophysics is gruelling, sweetheart. But if you want to head home and get some rest, I’ll walk you back.”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll stay with you.” You shook your head. “Besides, I’ll have to quiz you next. But let's get coffee first.”

“Oh, great. We’ll see how that goes.” He chuckled, packing your things for you. “Off to Starbucks we go.”

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞

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𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 ~ 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟏.𝟒𝐤

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐧.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡), 𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫 (𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠?) 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞?

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐥𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 🎶 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜! 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐛𝐡

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

The beaded curtains shimmered under the dim stage lights. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes lingered in the air, yet it wasn’t unpleasant. The audience, a sea of faces masked with shadows collectively hushed as the music began to play. The music cued you to saunter onto your spot on the centre of the stage. The sequins of your costume caught the light in a way that casted glimmering spots onto the crowd in front of you. The feathers that cascaded down your outfit flowed and fluttered with each dance move, enchanting the crowd with elegance and a hint of seduction. 

Your eyes caught the gaze of a familiar man: one that you recognised to be a regular customer. He had only recently started attending the shows, but you noticed that his visits were becoming more and more frequent with each week. At first it was once a week, then twice, and now you’d see him at least three nights a week. He always sat at the same table, two rows back from the front and off to the left side. You probably wouldn’t have noticed him if he hadn’t first come in on an empty night, when he was one of the only people in the audience. Now, you found yourself searching for him in the crowd every night. You were quick to pick up on the fact that if he wasn’t in his usual seat, or at the bar, he wasn’t there at all.

As the music ended, the lights dimmed, though your gaze lingered on the man in the crowd until you were completely cascaded in darkness. Only then did you hurry off the stage into the wings, accepting the praises and applause of your fellow performers. After a round of shots with your friends, you returned to your dressing table to touch your makeup up before you headed out onto the floor. It was an unspoken rule that you were required to mingle with the guests after every performance, but you couldn’t complain. All it took to get a good tip was to bat your eyelashes and let them buy you a drink, even if you didn’t drink it. 

Ever since that man started attending the shows, you’d try to make it out onto the floor before he left, but it never worked out. He’d always be gone before you could catch him, as if he were a ghost. The only evidence that he was ever there was an envelope left on his table every night, with your name neatly written on it. A waiter would find the envelope every time, pocketing it and giving it to you at the end of your shift. Your friends would pout with jealousy at the copious amounts of money you’d find in each envelope.

Tonight was different. You made your way out from the backstage area, scoping out the tablesfor anyone that looked wealthy enough to provide you with a nice tip. You were shocked to find the man, still at his usual table, looking right at you. The candle on his table casted a warm light on one side of his face, allowing you to see his features more clearly. You were able to look past his piercing gaze and make out the sharp point of his jawline, but before you could finish your analysis, you heard a whistle.

You looked over at the source of the sound, finding an older man sitting at a table with a few other guys. He beckoned you over with a hand gesture, to which you reluctantly complied, exchanging a glance with your mysterious fan over your shoulder as you made your way over.

“Well aren’t you just a stunner. Join us for a drink, sweetheart.” He spoke, and you could sense his gross intentions just by looking at him.

“I’m not supposed to drink while I’m working. But thanks for the offer.” You lie through gritted teeth, flashing the fakest smile you could muster. Normally you had more patience with people like him, but with your mystery fan just a few metres away, you were getting antsy, wanting to catch him before he left. “Enjoy the rest of your night.” You continued, turning to make your way off to the other man’s table. His hand caught your wrist, pulling you back with a hint of force that made your stomach burn with disgust.

“One won’t hurt. Come on.” He persisted, still holding your wrist.

Before you could even open your mouth to respond, there was someone standing between the two of you.

“You’re lucky she let you down easy the first time, mate. Don’t push it.” He spoke, calm and collected, but you could sense the implication of a threat in his tone. 

“And who the fuck are you?” The older man let go of your wrist, standing up.

“Not that it's any of your business, but if you must know, I’m her boyfriend.” He answered, his tone assertive and confident as if he wasn’t lying to help you out.

You looked at him, trying your best to hide the disbelief in your expression. He returned your gaze, and his eyes spoke a thousand words. After a moment, you nodded, side stepping to take his hand in yours. His cold skin against yours sent chills up your spine, though you brushed them off and intertwined your fingers with him.

“That’s right. He’s my boyfriend. He means well, he's just protective.” You attempted to cool the situation, offering another polite smile at the older man.

He scowled, rolling his eyes at the two of you. “Yeah, whatever.”

“Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’ll be elsewhere. Goodnight.” The man holding your hand stated, not wasting another moment before pulling you gently along with him. You watched him in awe as he led you through to the table he was previously sitting at, the feathers of your costume ruffling as they brushed against other mingling guests. 

He pulled out a chair, though you were too busy staring up at him to notice.

“Well, go on then. Have a seat.” He broke you out of your thoughts, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips.

“Right.” You answered bashfully, taking a seat. He sat across from you, gesturing over a server. He ordered drinks for the two of you, only leaving you with more time to come up with a million questions in your mind.

“Regulus. Regulus Black.” He said, offering his hand over the table. You took it, shaking it politely.

“Y/n. But you already know that, don’t you?” You grinned.

“Indeed.” He responded with a nod. “I’m not sure what it is about you, Y/n, but you’ve caught my eye. I can’t deny that any longer.”

“I’m not surprised, considering the amount of money you’ve given me. You’re practically paying my rent. You're awfully generous. Do you always tip pretty girls that well?” You quipped.

“Never, actually.” He defended. 

“Is that so? What’s so special about me?” You inquired.

“That’s what I want to find out.”

The waiter came around with your drinks, setting them down on the table in front of you. You accepted it gratefully, taking a sip and letting the liquid courage rejuvenate your nerves. “So you want to get to know me, is what you’re saying?”

Regulus nodded again, reaching for his own drink. His rings clinked against the glass as he lifted it up to his lips, taking a couple drawn out sips. “You’re nothing short of enchanting. It’s rare to find such grace on a stage like this.”

“I suppose the enchanting goes both ways, then. I look for you in the crowd.” You admitted.

He smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Yeah?”

You nodded, swirling the drink in your glass. It had become a habit of yours whenever you were feeling nervous. His unwavering gaze on you surely wasn’t helping, causing your stomach to erupt in a flurry of butterflies.

Regulus leaned back into his chair, legs slightly spread and hips slightly forward. He looked sinfully inviting, and you had to push back any suggestive thoughts with another forceful gulp of your beverage. He seemed to notice, a cocky smirk spreading across his face. 

“It’s getting late. Let me give you a ride home, yeah?”

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

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𓆘 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞 𓆘

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 (𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠) 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧!

𝐚𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 ✧

(𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭!)

𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤!

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬:

𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬:

𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜:

𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞

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🕸 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 🕸

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧!

𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤!

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬:

𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬:

𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜:

𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞

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𓆙⋆𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤⋆𓆙

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧!

𝐚𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 ✧

(𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭!)

𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤!

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬:

𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 ✧

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬:

𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜:

𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞

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⋆☾⋆ 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 ⋆☾⋆

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧!

𝐚𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 ✧

(𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭!)

𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤!

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬:

𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ✧

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚 ✧

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞 ✧

𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬:

𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜:

𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ✧

𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ✧

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･.☽ 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧 ☾.･

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧!

𝐚𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 ✧

(𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭!)

𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤!

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬:

𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐰 ✧

𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 ✧

𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦 ✧

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬:

𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲 │𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 │ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 │(𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞?)

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜:

𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ✧

𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ✧

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٠ ࣪⭑ 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 ٠ ࣪⭑

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧!

𝐚𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 ✧

(𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭!)

𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤!

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬:

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 ✧

𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ✧

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞

𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐰𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 ✧

𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝

𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 ✧

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬:

𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ✧ │𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 │ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 │𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 │ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 │𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 │𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐱 │(𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞)

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜:

𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ✧

𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ✧

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hiiii! I love your writing so much, and this is my fist time requesting, but I was wondering if you’d be interested in writing fanfiction for other fandoms (like peter parker)?

School has been so busy for me lately and I would LOVE to see a fic between the reader and peter having a study session on campus, and I know you’re such a great writer!!

Love from, 🎀

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡! 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐟𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞. 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

𝐝𝐞𝐟 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 <𝟑

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hiya I just had a question. for requests, how much plot do you like to be given? like is just a prompt enough or would you prefer a couple of sentences? I have a whole Pinterest board filled with prompts that could be given to characters but I don’t have any bigger plot ideas.

𝐡𝐞𝐲! 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝. 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬! 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬!

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Hiya! I have another request. May I request one for James where the reader is in a different house (Preferably Hufflepuff cause that's mine, but if you prefer to keep the reader's house neutral (like it can be any of the other 3) idm either) where she's on the Quidditch team, and they beat Gryffindor, making James really sad cause it means the Gryffindor lost the Quidditch Cup that year (they're in 7th year in my head) and a few days later, Sirius comes up to her after a class and asks what she did to James, and Sirius explains that he's been really sad since the match, and the reader takes it upon herself to cheer James up, Sirius having 'accidentally' mentioned that James has a massive crush on the reader... I just have a lot of Marauders' oneshots.... sorry if the plot is quite specific.

𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭 ~ 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐟𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟕𝟖𝟎

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐠𝐫𝐲𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞?

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

The stands of the Quidditch pitch were roaring with life as you dove down on your broom, catching the snitch and ending the last match of the year. The Hufflepuff crowd cheered and waved banners around in excitement, while the Gryffindor spectators groaned and accepted their disappointing defeat. As your team was announced the victors of this year’s Quidditch Cup, you soared down to the field with the rest of your teammates to celebrate.

Amid the celebrations, you couldn’t help but glance over at the Gryffindor team, who was mourning their loss. James, your supposed “rival” looked completely disheartened, his dismay evident on his face. You exchanged a glance, and offered him a sympathetic smile as a truce, but he couldn’t return favour.

He trudged off the field with the rest of his team, and you shrugged off his reaction, continuing to celebrate with your friends.

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

A few days had passed since the last game, and the parties were finally beginning to die down. However, your housemates insisted on one last bash to end off the year together before most of you graduated.

You were on your way back to your dorm after dinner to get ready for the party when you bumped into Sirius in the hall. You hadn’t seen him or any of the other Marauders since the Quidditch cup, though you hadn’t noticed that until now.

“Oi, Y/n. I need to talk to you.” Sirius spoke, putting his hands on his hips.

“What about?” You questioned, folding your arms.

“What have you done to James?”

You stared at him in confusion, racking your brain. “What do you mean? I haven’t done anything to him.”

“Merlin, I’ve never seen him so down before. All he does is mope around our dorm.”

“He can’t seriously still be so upset about the match.” You replied in disbelief.

“Maybe if we had lost to Slytherin he’d be less glum, but of course he had to lose to you.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean? What’s the difference?” You asked defensively.

“How could he not be upset when he fancies you as much as he does?” His eyes widened at his own statement, and he smacked a hand over his mouth. “Forget I said anything. Enjoy your party.” He rushed off without giving you time to react, leaving you absolutely dumbfounded in the corridor.

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

As you got ready for the party, you couldn’t stop thinking about what Sirius said. Did James really have a crush on you? How had you not noticed? You thought this whole time that his playful banter with you during matches was just team rivalry.

You decided to confirm whether or not what Sirius said was true, grabbing your broom on the way out of your dorm.

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

James was busy laying in bed and sulking when he heard a knock on his dorm window. He walked over, inspecting the source of the sound. As he looked out, he spotted you, sitting on your broom and hovering right next to the glass.

“What in Merlin’s name are you doing?” He questioned as he opened the window.

“I’m here to get you off your ass.” As you spoke, you flew right through the window and into his room, hopping off of your broom.

“You’re bloody insane, you know that?” He said, fighting back the smile that was curling the corners of his lips upward.

“You’re the insane one. You’re so upset about losing that you haven’t had the courage to face me since the match. That’s not very “big brave Gryffindor” of you, James.”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “That’s easy for you to say. You’re the one that won.”

“Sirius might’ve let it slip that you fancy me. Is that true?”

Surprise and panic flashed across his face, though he tried to play it cool. “What? That’s not true in the slightest.”

“Is that so? Because I’ve never seen you so deeply upset about losing before.”

“So you admit that you watch me?”

“I never said that. I’m just saying, it’s hard to not notice.” You shrugged. “But anyway. I came to invite you to the Hufflepuff party tonight. Like, right now.”

“And why would I be interested in attending this party?” 

“Oh, shut up and get dressed.” You quipped. “I’ll be waiting outside of your common room.”

“Fine.” He said with false reluctance, grabbing some clothes out of his trunk.

You mounted your broom, flying out the window but remaining near the opening. 

“Oh, and James?”

“Yeah?” He turned to look at you.

“Dress nicer than that. It’s a date.”

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨…?